Upheld with a willing spirit, not with defense or fight. Upheld with a hopeful outlook, one of trust and faith. Upheld above the clouds of darkness, far from my sins and transgressions. Upheld so I may be restored and focus my eyes on the joy of salvation. Upheld that I may sing songs of praiseContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: Upheld- A Poem on Psalm 51:12-15 (2019)”
Morning symphony – His creation plays the songs, orchestrating life.
Psalm 5:3. “In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.” Breathing in the morning air. I lay my requests before you, Presenting them, lifting them up To your awaiting ears – confidently, expectantly. I will wait to hear your voice, The soft whisperContinue reading “THROWBACK THURSDAY: Psalm 5:3 Poem (September 2020)”
Artist of the stars, Love radiates from Heaven, Creation ignites.
Sometimes I just enjoy writing poetry
After studying the Book of Jonah, I wondered if I could summarize the theme of the story in a Haiku. Here is my answer to that challenge: He stubbornly flees God relentlessly pursues Repentance begins Oh, how often I have run! I am thankful to have a God who is relentless in His love andContinue reading “JONAH: A HAIKU”
Snow floats down slowly as if it dances to its own symphony. Oversized flakes, wavering from their normal path, drift in the slight breeze and lay upon all they touch. It is more than snow I see through the window panes. It is hope. It is peace. Above all, it is a promise of better things,Continue reading “WINTER’S BREATH: A Haibun”
“In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.” Psalm 5:3 Breathing in the morning air, I lay my requests before you. Presenting them, lifting them up To your awaiting ears – confidently, expectantly. I will wait to hear your voice, The soft whisperContinue reading “A Poetic Reflection on Psalm 5:3”
My second Haiku. I am finding these a delightful challenge, but also a beautiful reminder of God’s love.
My first attempt at a Haiku Hanging golden moon, Peering just behind the clouds – Your strength is striking.